Matthew Matty Matt Mackalinie, the son of two jabronies that didn’t know any better. Was born and raised on the mean streets of Warsaw Indiana. A small little town just north of some other small little town that you’ve probably never heard of. Some people call Warsaw the Orthopedic Capitol of the world. Matty Matt calls it “The place I lived, until I didn’t live there anymore”. 

Banished from the small little town of Warsaw at the age of eighteen for being too cool and also overwhelmingly awesome. He made his way to Indianapolis in pursuit of a goal. When asked about this goal he said “Yo, sometimes.” “Sometimes.” “You gotta go do stuff to make that cheddar.” “And Warsaw was all out of the cheese you know what I mean?” “Indy? Indy’s looking good.” “It stinks here.” “It stinks like a fresh gouda in the morning.” “Especially downtown with all of that sewer gas and what not.” “Its got that sweet provolone tang to the air, ya know?”

His artwork praised by critics as being “Fine” and also “Okay” is inspired by Saturday morning cartoons, comic books, music, cereal boxes. the decaying state of our world, Mad Magazine, class warfare, street art, comedy, and the never ending fight against corporate imperialism.

He is a self taught artist who refused to go to school because it was as he put it “Too full of Dorks and Squares”. 

He wins awards.

He goes to festivals.

Has his own fucking website.

This is that website.

He hopes you fucking enjoyed it.

Thank you for visiting.

MM